| my tails is shit
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| goddamn motherfucking
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| yo, man
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| Let me tell you something, let me tell you something
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| yo, man,
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| Fuck that, you still going, look at that shit, man, that shit is moving
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| You still were going out of that motherfucker?
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| Yo, man, I’m gonna go home, I take him to the cemetery
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| peace out, yo, be cool,
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| Flatlinerz, it’s the Flatlinerz
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| Flatlinerz
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| Redrum:
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| They’re in the house in the forest, realize the horrors
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| Flatlinerz going to kill in the showers
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| Why weren’t you dealing the sins?
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| corrupting souls then I drench (REDRUM!)
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| Redrum in the mirrors
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| amateur MC’s and my friends when they get near us
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| Terrors, we feasting on human flesh
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| Ending piss
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| Horror flicks willing the
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| This is Scary Us
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| Crucifix killing the pigs
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| under the fucking ground like a
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| Nowhere to run 'cause there is no exit
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| to the the
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| death for coming to the grave
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| God in the city
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| The sound, why’d you coming in here it in the fucking ground
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| Take 'em take 'em down, where’s a body’s and the round
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| Undertaker:
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| remain, who’s that sleeping in the rare
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| the Undertaker’s getting near
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| Nowhere to run, cops don’t disappear
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| I smell your blood, the sick is in the ear
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| Decapitating the sculpture
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| I rupture the brain, shoot all the veins, symbol on your membranes
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| You get slept that doesn’t escape
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| I reap and sleep, your bodies for weeks
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| Cause I’m ashes
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| Six hundred and sixty-six times
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| Lose my mind every time, I got you in your vine
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| You’re in my flesh
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| It’s time to meet your maker
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| Better realize there’s only one undertaker
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| creep to smell your gravestone
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| I dropped bones and broke your tombstones
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| You think I’m sick, in your
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| To burn and grind up all your little bitches
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| Throw em in the ditches of the shallow graves
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| So you can’t be saved at night, we hit the pig
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| We swing em I hold the demons in the
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| Making you dance you have to piss it in your pants
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| Grave Digger:
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| scary
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| Bury asses something heavy very scary in the cemetery
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| dark from the smog
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| Indeed I need a leash to walk my 3-headed dog
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| Cerebus, Cerebus, niggas
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| I bury the bone, nobody would know where the morsels will eat us
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| Eat behind the man
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| Grim Reaper bought the chief, it was me, killer bee
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| Spooky sounds from the ground, it was dirty
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| That was nerdy to savor my favor story
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| Witchcraft like to the bell
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| Walking in through the dark to the storm like lurch
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| I’m looking to the moon fill the clouds and the laid
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| In the night through the mists check the whiskers
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| I have remorseless
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| I do research to use once like
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| Some people don’t understand, where I’m from
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| something wrong, I want to speak in the trunk
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| You try respect me your until you sound like he was moving
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| , I’m smelling your soul, I’m smelling your soul |